I like cooking. I
like the creativity of it, the sense of achievement, the feeling of producing
something bigger and better than the sum of its parts. I’ve found that one of the main symptoms of
my depression is not being able to eat much at all and six months ago, cooking meant boiling the kettle for instant noodles
or trudging to the shop in my pyjamas for a bag of salted popcorn, that is to
say, not cooking at all. I slept rather
than eat properly; my stomach felt hungry but my head couldn’t get itself into
gear enough to make the connection between that and getting out of bed and
going to the kitchen. It’s a vicious circle,
too little food means not enough energy, not enough energy means too much sleep,
too much sleep means enhanced feelings of wasting your life, being
worthless. Eating just felt…effortful.
At the end of November I decided to do an online food shop
so at least if I did feel like eating, I wouldn’t have to leave the house to
get supplies. I bought, on a whim, a big
bag of potatoes. It stayed a big bag of
potatoes for some time. A big bag of
green-tinged, pock-marked potatoes by the time January rolled around. My appetite
had been improving but I wasn’t enjoying the cooking or the eating; it felt
like a necessary evil to be honest. My
flatmate said something about making a load of chips just to get rid of the gnarly
taters but I felt bad, they’d been sat there for nearly two months and I
thought they deserved a better fate than boring old chips. Yes, I felt guilty
for the potatoes, what of it? Also, I
still wasn’t up to much on the eating front and that’s when it hit me. I could make soup. Leek and potato soup. All by my own self. I’d never made a soup before and I found I was
feeling quite excited at the prospect. Could
it be I was regaining my joy for food? I
pushed that thought to the ‘perhaps I might get better’ box in my head, I didn’t
want to hold on to it too hard in case I didn’t make the soup, in case I just
left the potatoes to rot whilst I rotted away in bed, hungry. The idea of
getting better is frightening. Like a siren, calling you to a land of pleasure;
what happens if you get dashed upon the rocks?
I made the soup. I
found the actual process to be soothing.
There was a logic and routine to it, things which had been largely
missing from my life for so long but also it
was creative, taking these knobbly old tatties and tuning them into a warming,
comforting, not too much effort to eat food blanket. I felt ridiculously proud of myself.
I started to tentatively re-engage with food. The next week
I made stilton and broccoli soup. A
couple of weeks later, smoked bacon and lentil (this one was not such a
success, too greasy) and then yesterday I made a Thai-style prawn and noodle
soup. In between soups I’ve cooked a
roast dinner, a stew, a couple of pasta dishes more complicated than just
opening a jar of pesto. And I’m starting
to not only enjoy the process of cooking food again, but the eating of it too.
I have started to see the point of it again.
Thanks to soup.
That is SO fab. And you're right, there is something about soup which is immensely comforting and healthful.
ReplyDeleteHurrahs and yayS!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it. Happy cooking!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm STARVING. Loved this part, so well put:
ReplyDeleteThe idea of getting better is frightening. Like a siren, calling you to a land of pleasure; what happens if you get dashed upon the rocks?
Thanks all xx
ReplyDeleteI go through soup-making bouts with my trusty blender. It is like performing magic sometimes; lonely and unprepossessing vegetables get transformed into something delicious by the addition of herbs, garlic and blending. Great to hear that some of your joy is returning, Bearf xx
ReplyDeleteCooking is extremely therapeutic. And soup is quick and simple and as you say, comforting. Walking helped me. In the woods. For hours. I slept better and woke feeling better. Baking cakes is good too - but only on good days as they have a tendency to go wrong! Slow cooking - easy and mainly the results are delicious. Loved the blogpost. Keep going - all will be well x
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes I have started walking as well - I find it's one of the only times my mind just wanders and doesn't worry about things. xx
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